The problem with curses. They taint the ashes of your descendents. I remember the scent of edelweiss. I can see her figure moving in an irrevocable manner that captures hearts. Her glance seemed askance at first. The words followed a ludic path of a predator and is prey.

By lantern light, I gnash edible my teeth against a meal tasting like birdseed. I was a pigeon being fattened up fur a later kill.